Ou Music.

WHEN through life unblest we rove,
Losing all that made life dear,
Should some notes we used to love,
In days of boyhood, meet our ear,
Oh! how welcome breathes the strain!
Wakening thoughts that long have slept;
Kindling former smiles again

In faded eyes that long have wept.

Like the gale that sighs along
Beds of oriental flowers,

Is the grateful breath of song,

That once was heard in happier hours;
Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on,
Though the flowers have sunk in death;
So, when pleasure's dream is gone,
Its memory lives in Music's breath.

Music, oh, how faint, how weak,
Language fades before thy spell;

Why should Feeling ever speak,

When thou canst breathe her soul so well?

Friendship's balmy words may feign,

Love's are e'en more false than they;

Oh! 'tis only music's strain

Can sweetly soothe and not betray.

THOMAS MOORE.

PARIS HEAD DRESSES.

THE attention of the ladies is particularly invited to a most beautiful and fresh assortment of Parisian Head Dresses, imported directly from the makers by every steamer. Nothing can be imagined more elegant, convenient and becoming, than these peculiar and celebrated articles; combining, as they do, the advantages of lightness and richness, beyond any other article of female attire. All patterns and colors kept constantly on hand.

Ladies need only to see the Paris Head Dress to admire it.

America.

AMERICA, thy stars are glory-bright!
Those stars I watch intent, and I rejoice!
With sight intuitive, prophetic voice,
Thy fate I now foresee, I dare foretell:

On earth, thy destiny is to excell;

To sway in Science, Arts, Religion,—all !

Thou risest now in youth, while others fall!
While vainly struggles now each sinking realm,
Of time's great vessel fraught thou hold'st the helm;
Upon thy Giant States, with awe and praise,
Through Ocean's vast extent, all Nations gaze;
They gaze with admiration, but with dread:
For now they feel o'er them a shroud is spread !—
Sole heir, thy name they speak in agony ;
They stretch their sceptred hands, to grasp at thee!
They feel thy crushing pow'r :—an instinct sure,
An inward voice reveals thy fate obscure.

ABBE ROUQUETTE.

SHELL COMBS.

CARROLL & HUTCHINSON offer for the inspection of their friends and the public an uncommonly rich assortment of Tortoise shell, Buffalo and Ivory Dressing (or rack) Combs, Tortoise shell and Buffalo and Twist and Side Combs, French and American Tortoise shell and Buffalo Pocket Combs, Tortoise shell and Buffalo, Bandeau, and Parting Combs, Tortoise shell, Buffalo and Ivory fine Combs.

Shell Dress Combs, richly carved, received by every Steamer. Particular attention called to them.

On a Mother and Child sleeping.

NIGHT, gaze,

but send no sound!

Fond heart, thy fondness keep!
Nurse Silence, wrap them round!
Breathe low; they sleep, they sleep!

No wind! no murmuring showers!
No music, soft and deep!

No thoughts, nor dreams of flowers!
All hence; they sleep, they sleep!

Time's step is all unheard:

Heaven's stars bright silence keep:
No breath, no sigh, no word!
All's still; they sleep, they sleep!

O Life! O Night! O Time!
Thus ever round them creep!
From pain, from hate, from crime.
E'er guard them, gentle Sleep!

BARRY CORNWALL.

SILVER AND SILVER-GILT GOODS.

AMONG other admired articles in this department will be found a handsome and extensive selection of Silver and Silver-gilt sets for children; comprising either Knife and Fork, Spoon and Fork, or Knife, Spoon, and Fork, enclosed in elegant morocco cas es Also, a great variety of Goblets, both engraved and plain. Silver Cups, etc., etc., etc.

Initials and mottoes will be engraved on the se articles in a style of singular elegance, without extr a charge.

Home-(a duet.)

He. Dost thou love wandering? Whither wouldst thou go?

Dreamst thou, sweet daughter, of a land more

fair?

Dost thou not love these aye-blue streams that flow?

These spicy forests? and this golden air?

She. O, yes, I love the woods and streams, so gay:
And more than all, O father, I love thee;
Yet would I fain be wandering far away,

Where such things never were, nor e'er shall
be.